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who Knew not so much about science as
modern school girl. To-day he talks to all the
millions of ChTistendom about the wonders
Of Justification and the gloIies OF resurrection.
John Wesley was howled down by the mob to
whom he preached. and they threw bricks at
him, and they denounced him, and they
jostled him, and they spat upon him, aud yet
Today, in all lands, he e admitted % be the
great father of Methodism. Booths bullet
vacated the presidential chair but from that
spot of cooglilated blood on the floor In the
box Of Ford,a Theater there sprang up the new
life OF a nation. Stephen stoned, but Stephen
alive.
Pass on now and see Stephen in his dying
prayer; His first thought, was not how the
stones hurt his head nor what would become
Of his body. His first thought was about his
spirit Lord Jesus. receive my spirit" The
murderer standing ON the trap door, the black
cuton, may grimace about the future: but you
and have no shame in confessing some anx.
iety about where we arc going e come out; You
see 1t CLEAN from your eyes to day, and see
1t irradiating your countenance. Sometimes
! am abashed before an audience. not because
1 come under your physical eyesight, but be-
cause realize the truth that stand before
SO many immortal spirits. The probability is
that your body will at least find sepulture
city. There ia no doubt but that your OBJ
seouies will BIO decent and respectful, and
you will be able to pillow yoar head under the
or 'f The blossomiSs IL; but this spirit about
which Stephen prayed, what direction will
that take2 what guide Will escort itY What
Be cleft for lis pathway AMER It has got be-
yond the light of our sun, will there be torches
lighted for 1t the rest of the way7 Will the
t before S"i L reaches s' the good land il
we should lose our pathway, will there be a
castle At whose gate We may ask the way TO
the city, Oh, this mysterious spirit within usl
II has two wings, but 1t Is in a cage now. II is
locked fast to keep II, but let the door OF this
cage open the least, and that soul is off
Eagles wing could not catch II. The light
ninss are not swllft enough 10 take up, with It.
when the soul leaves the body It takes fifty
worldsat a bound. And have no anxiety about
care what You do with my body when my W soul oD
is gone, or whether you believe in cremation
or inhumation. / shall sleep Just as well in
wrapping Of sacs !,, as in satin lined with
this house this morning I will find on,
for the intimation of my text, that when
questions for me. What though there were
massive bars between here and the city OF
light, Jesus could remove Them. What though
could illume them. What though ! get weary
on the way, Christ could lift me on His omnipo-
tent shoulder What though there were chasms
let Stephens prayer be my dying iitany: Lord
hour we win be TOO feeble to say. long
bs to say NAY se De rda for L has
seven petitions. Perhaps we may be too feeble
even to say the infant prayer our mothers
taught us, which John Quincy Adams, 20 years
| of age, said every night when he put his head
| upon his pillow:
snow lay me down to sleep.
Ipray the Lord my soul to Keep"
We may be too feeble to employ either OF
these familiar forms; but this prayer of Stephen
is so short, is SO concise, is so earnest, Is SO
| comprehensive we surely will be able to say
that: Lord Jesus, receive my spirit" Oh, If
| that prayer Is answered. how sweet IT will be
Perhaps It has treated us a great deal better
| than we deserved to be treated, but II on the
dying pillow there shall break the light of that
about leaving, small. dark damp house for
| one large. beautiful and capacious. That dy-
| ing minister in Philadelphia, some years ago,
beautifully depicted It when, In the last mo- 40,
move into the light"
| Pass on, now, and will show you one more
Iathos and simplicity peculiar to the Scrip.
asleep. "oS," YOU S say WHAT place that hal
falling down upon him, the blood streaming,
sleep!" And YET my text takes that symbol O
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Stephen had lived very laborious life, His
chief work had been to care for the poor. How
ayes Of bread ne %1 aow
cots Of sickness and distress he blessed witt
ministries Of kindness and love, do not know
but from the way he ysS ana the way ht
f. all over -, now; He has pressed
has cup % the h last Insult ait Om a his
The last stone to whose crushing weight he Is
susceptible has been hurled. Stephen isdead.
The disciples come; They take him up; II They sy
straighlen out the bruised limbs. They brush
back the tangled hair from the brow, and Their
they pass around to look upon the calm coun
and died for the truth. Stephen asleep
have seen the sea driven with hurricane un'
til the tangled foam caught in the rigging
to storm the heavens, and then have seen
the tempest drop, and the waves crouch, ant
everything become smooth and FURNISHED
sor ts0usf heavs snmpssS Place have S' se
man whose life has been tossed ani
driven coming down Mt last to an infinite
| calm, In which there was the hush of heaven
lullaby. Stephen asleep ] saw such one
| He fought all his days against poverty anc
against abuse. They traduced his name. The!
at the door knob no cN While ne was gym
peace of God brooded over his PILLOW, ant
while the world faded heaven, dawned, ant
The deepening tWiliEht Of eaTths night wa
Not sigh, Not tear. Not struggle. Hush
have not tie faculty to tell the weather
| can never tell by the setting sun whether
there will be drought or not. cannot tel
BY the blowing Of the wind whether II Will b
fair weather or foul on the morrow. But ca
will BIO when you, the Christian, come to die
You may have 1t very rough now 1t may b
this week one annoyance, and next anothe
| annoyance. II may be this year one bereave
ment the next another bereavement. Beior
bread, or ash for scuttie Of coal, or a pair Z
a%d the but av sesea q s forest esse or
1t out of the straw Of a pauper's hut, tn
wolf in the jungle bowling close by. or inexor
dsns viii come aSM IN Sn
darkness will go out. And though there ma.
be no hand to close your eyes, and no breas
Which " e b rest yS Sy sHf No
ing garden will regale your soul, and at You
bedside will halt the chariots Of the King. N
more rents to pay, no more agony because flou
the flesh, ana the devils but peace~lonS
deep, everlasting peace. Stephen asleep!
"Asleep In Jesus blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep
| calm and undisturbed rep0se,
Uninjured by the last of foes.
"Asleep in Jesus, far from thee
| Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But there is still a blessed sleep,
FROM which none ever wake to weep"
You have seen enough for one morning. N
one can successfully examine more than fiv
pictures In day. Therefore we stop, havin
seen this cluster oftdiyine Raphaels-Stephe
| gazing into heaven Stephen looking at Chris
Stephen stoned; Stephen in his dying prayer
Stephen asleep.
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